O M E N || [8/17/2017]

O M E N

appearance

    Bearing a muted brown pelt with a blaze across her chest, Omen carries a rather simplistic design. Her fur is rather dense, and is often seen brandished in twigs and herbal remnants. Her build is long and lithe; certainly not suit for battle of any sort. Though lengthy, Omen is quite short for her age. Her eyes are that of a bright, almost white green surrounded by the average light gold found in most canine optics. A few large scars litter Omen's rear legs, along with a few cuts and scrapes here and there due to her years alone in the wild. Omen is often found with essential herbs and medicines, but is never seen without the snow owl feathers perched behind her folded ears.

personality

    Omen is known by strangers to be a recluse - she only speaks if spoken to and is never seen sparking conversation unless required by her occupation. However, this does not go to say that the dam is anti-social. Though an introvert, Omen opens up once approached, and often loosens up to a sarcastic and comically dark individual. She enjoys making others feel comfortable, and will think of conversation topics off the top of her head to avoid any awkwardness for her sake and the sake of her conversee. Omen is a complete realist, almost to a fault. Omen speaks her mind regardless of her partner's rank or demeanor. Many come to her for her unbiased and unrelenting advice. The dam is incredibly inquisitive and enjoys speaking of existential or academic subjects.

history

    Puphood || First born of a litter of five,Omen grew to be quite the budding warrior. Her dreams were filled with fantasized images of war and glory, and she soaked it in as much as possible as a wee pup. She was often found playing soldier with her brothers and hunting the surrounding fauna to the best of her abilities. As soon as she showed promise, her father enrolled her in the pack academy. There she was taught to use her lithe and small build to her advantage, and she excelled. Her brothers and her graduated with flying colors and were inducted into the militia.

    Adolescence || Omen and her brothers were assigned to skirmishes at the territory border. Nothing could have prepared Omen for what real war looked like, and the bloodbaths she participated in left her entirely mortified and morally lost. As the months flew by, and the body count increased, Omen had completely shrunken in on her former self; she refused to gather for fasting or ceremonies. This lasted for several moons before she received word of a dire wolf drawing close to their home territory. Word was received all too late, and the dire wolf in question, known as Elek, arrived at their doorstep. All males were slaughtered before Omen's eyes, and the females were assigned to dire males. The now-Alpha dire took interest in Omen, as she was the eldest of the royal family, and second best to her late mother. Elek abused her in ways she never thought possible, and Omen became puddy in the dire's claws - willing to do anything to survive and protect her sister whom would be next in line for Elek's attention.

    Adulthood || Omen was considered Elek's right-hand for many moons, even though most knew she was simply a toy for the dire to come back to at night. Omen saw nothing for her future until she was notified that her sister had vanished into the night. Days past and search parties came up empty. Though heartbroken at her sisters absence, this event gave Omen enough strength to attempt the same plot. She was successful - and left her only known home without a trace or a reason to return. Omen spent a few years in the wild, and as a consequence, grew very knowledgeable about the flora and fauna of the world. She even began to enjoy her work and find solace in digging for roots and shrooms. Though she will never admit it, Omen began to miss the pack life and began searching for entry into another family.

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